Amniotic

how blind are we to not heed the sea's warnings .

a moon pulling its weight

pulling a crest that never 

breaks

I would change the tide and banish the moon

Just for the day to linger on

For the sun can only puncture so

 deep

into an already rising boil

the mother folds into the 

pain

into an already unraveling stitch

oceans placed so widely, a protest to be 

viewed

creatures within her belly feel a sondering confusion

all that cries in the mothers 

hearts

is the remembrance of a once overflowing belly

a daughter now runs to the

 sea

ignoring the sand that begs her to sink

while lifeless shells rise about

she suits herself to become

 one with all.